On This Lonely Road…

It’s Tuesday, so it’s Justified! Watched Alcatraz again last night, and liked it. 0_0 Looking forward to tonight though, because Boyd’s in jail again, and Raylan played it out to make it happen. I’m certain Raylan thinks it’s about revenge for Ava, but I think it’s something more…definitely.

 

French toast for dinner tonight! So bad for me but so delicious. Speaking of badness, my branch has been on this downer for the month of January. It’s such a dead time for us, and getting my ref #’s is like pulling teeth. :/ Every day is an exercise in patients in tolerating those I need not tolerate. It’s a good lesson for me, learning to take orders again and being part of a team. Humbling, but good for the gray matter.

Speak of idiocy and intolerance—being told that promoting my gender in an unequal world is immature and stupid…yeah, I nearly got bothered, until I realized I was dealing with a young man who hasn’t been alive near half as long as I have. He’s my son’s age. I can’t take that seriously, sorry.

On a professional banking note: if I hear the expression WOW-FACTOR, one more time…I’m going to smack someone. =_=;
My daughter’s bedroom is near complete, and Jazzy is happy to have Maggie back to herself. Lee is not happy because it’s Jazzy’s room and she can’t be in there, and so she’s showing her ass out here, being a brat. Cats are so much more complicated, than kids.

The Business of Genes

I was reading an article today in More magazine, about the practice of ‘Gene’ patenting. I find it repulsive that a doctor or hospital, in the scope of charging patients for treatment which involves isolating and searching for a gene that makes them susceptible to the cancer —get to patent said cancer gene once patient dies, and then charge hospitals and researchers a fee in order to test or further study, said gene. :/  Sometimes it gets worse… you have shit like this taking place.  At first I thought about it and didn’t see an issue, other than the fact that it seems rather skeezy to ‘patent’ a gene. The article made a point that resonated with me, saying: “It’s like patenting the alphabet, and then charging people a fee, every time they speak.” Ultimately, it’s the sick or potentially sick person that ends up footing the bill for this sort of ass-hat-scientific capitalism to the tune of thousands. The woman in the article was found to have a growth, and a certain form a cancer ran in her family—yet do this day, she cannot get tested in order to know if she carries the gene, because the test is over $3000.00. If the gene that causes this cancer wasn’t patented, the price of test would be $300. 00

I was disgusted, mainly because in order to isolate this gene, research was required. Research that was likely conducted by a physician, who passed testing costs onto the patient. –hell, even if the testing was free (which, once the patient dies of said disease, it pretty much is) how the hell does the hospital and doctor, justify turning around and charging for their test methods and discoveries, without including all those involved in allowing them their findings, to earn something as well? It reeks, and I don’t like it. I have nothing against capitalism, I think if Pfizer wants to tell older men that the natural side effect of getting old is this “new condition” called Low-T, and make a medicine that caters to that crap…then go for it. No dude ever died, or was born with something debilitating, because he couldn’t afford a hard-on pill. Testing for destructive genes shouldn’t be so expensive that insurance companies refuse to cover it because it’s not immediately life threatening. :/

Smelly Things

Since the birth of my daughter over 13 years ago, my olfactory skills have grown stronger with each passing year. In the last three years, it’s got so bad that certain body odors (not necessarily bad ones), hair smells, and the smell of breath—is overpowering. Two years before, I realized I couldn’t take the smell of my spouse—his hair, skin, breath. At first I chalked it up to being together over 15 years and just starting to hate him—but no, I love the man, that hasn’t changed. He’s used Irish Spring Soap as long as I’ve known him, and I bought him new soap (Dove for Men) and the body odor issue disappeared. You see where I’m going with this…

Today, my sense of smell is in overdrive.

I’ve never liked the smell of dandruff shampoo, period. I’ve always been able to tolerate it, but today I woke up and smelled it on my spouse. The I washed my daughter’s hair this morning (yes, I was Maggie’s hair daily, because I don’t get to see her for more than three hours a day between my job and her school—and washing her hair in the morning, is how I connect) and when I got in the car, I was sickened by the smell of hair cleaned with dandruff shampoo. I hate this smell, but I simply can’t replace my spouse and daughter’s dandruff shampoo. I know my nose is in overdrive; every customer that comes in, their breath is killing me.

I had to eat lunch out, because one of my co-workers ate salmon for lunch. I like salmon, but the smell today is just… too much.

I wonder if doctors know of anything that will help with an oversensitive nose.